Danny Boy (1945) - full transcript
Danny, a K-9 Corps hero from World War II returns from service and his young owner sets out to rehabilitate him. Danny is stolen but escapes and return to his master. Later, he attacks and bites the man who stole and tortured him, and is sentenced to death as a menace to the community. But Danny saves the life of a small, girl, and the Judge begins to re-think the sentence and investigate the cause of the attack.
(extravagant orchestral music)
(drums rumbling)
- Company halt!
Left face!
Hey sis!
Hey sis!
You think he'll come on this train?
- Of course, Jimmy, the
telegram said so, didn't it?
- Yeah, but I'm so excited
I don't know what I'm doing.
Here she comes!
Oh boy, I hope he's on this one.
Hey, fellas!
Come on, boys.
Line up. Come on, hurry up.
All right, keep your places, boys.
One, two.
(exciting band music)
- Joe!
- Hey, where is he, Jimmy?
- I don't know.
- I don't see him yet.
- Maybe he missed the train.
- Joe, darling.
- Gee, Marge, you look wonderful.
- Hey, Joe!
Joe, hey Joe, Joe!
- Hiya, pal.
- Hi!
I thought Danny boy was comin' with ya.
- He did come with me, Jimmy.
- Then where is he?
- [Kid] Hey, Jimmy.
Here he is. Here's Danny Boy!
(kids cheering)
- Danny Boy!
Hello fella!
Speak to me, Boy.
Speak to me.
- Which one of you boys is Jimmy Bailey?
- I am, mister.
- And I suppose you want
to take your mutt home with ya, huh?
- He ain't no mutt.
He's a thoroughbred and a war hero.
- Oh, I'm sorry son.
I apologize.
Here just sign this receipt right here.
Fine, thank you.
Now we'll let the hero out of his cage.
(soft bugle music)
- Good heavens!
Why did Danny Boy get all
the ribbons and medals?
They're yours, aren't they?
- Well, I thought I'd
give Jimmy a big thrill.
- Oh, that was swell.
Thanks Joe.
- Helpers Club of America, Unit Seven,
we have come here today to welcome home
and to honor Danny Boy Bailey,
a hero of this World War enlisted
in the service of our country in July 1942
and fought with United States Marines
driving the Japs out of Guadalcanal
and other islands in the South Pacific.
Brave devil dog, we
pay our respect to you.
"Amen."
- Hello, fella, you're my boy aren't ya?
- He doesn't know you anymore, Jimmy.
He's forgotten all about you.
- He does so know me.
He's just acting strange because
of the band and the crowd.
He don't like the people
to make a fuss over him.
- Ah, if he knew you, he'd whine
you speak to him like you used twhen o.
And he'd be kissin' you all over the face.
- You just don't understand, Pudgie.
He's waitin' until we get home
to show his affection for me.
When nobody is looking at him.
- Jimmy, how long has your
dog been away from ya?
- Two years, three months, and 27 days.
- Well, no wonder he's acting strange.
You'd be that way too son
if you'd been away from home that long.
- Sure, you'll have to get
used to being a civilian again.
Well, fellas, thanks a lot for helping me
welcome Danny Boy home.
I know he appreciates
it just as much as I do.
Now, we're going home.
Come on, boy.
Mom's waiting to see you.
(soft music)
Mom! Mom!
- Here I am, dear.
Why Jimmy, what's the matter?
- They made a mistake, mom.
They sent me somebody else's dog.
- What make you think so, dear?
- Well, if he's my dog he'd be
glad to see me, wouldn't he?
- [Mom] Yes.
- Well, he doesn't even know me at all.
- Oh, come here Boy.
What's the matter with you?
Have you forgotten us?
- See?
See, mom?
He doesn't know you either.
He isn't Danny Boy.
And I know he isn't.
- Well, maybe he'll remember his kennel.
Why don't you try that?
- Well, I never thought of that.
Come on, Boy.
See, Boy?
That's where you used to sleep, remember?
Go on in and look around.
It's no use, mom.
He isn't my dog.
- Well, we'll soon find
out whether he is or not.
- How?
- I'm surprised at you, dear.
Have you forgotten the scar
Boy got on that barbed wire?
- Oh, yeah, that's right.
Down Boy.
Down, down, fella.
It's Danny Boy, all right.
Here's the scar.
You are my dog aren't ya?
What's the matter fella?
Why don't you know me?
Have you forgotten all the good times
we used to have together?
What's the matter, mom?
Why doesn't he know me?
- Oh, don't get all upset, dear.
Maybe all the fighting he's been through
is why he acts so strange.
- Maybe.
- I bet you Joe Cameron
will know the reason.
- Yeah, I'll bet Joe will know
because Boy was with Joe's
outfit in the South Pacific.
I'll go find Joe and Margie right now.
They're on their way
home from the station.
- Wait, dear.
Joe and Margie haven't seen
each other in a long time.
And I don't think we should
bother them just now.
- Yeah, but, well, when can I see 'em?
- How about tonight?
Joe will be here for dinner.
- Okay, can I take Boy for a walk.
- Sure.
- Okay, come on, Boy.
Hello, Mrs. Johnson.
- Hello, Jimmy.
- Hello, Jacky.
You see who just got back home today?
Joe Cameron brought him back
from the detraining camp.
- Well, isn't that nice?
You're happy I'll bet.
- I'll say.
Well, come on, Boy. Let's go.
Goodbye Jacky.
Bye there.
- Goodbye, Jimmy.
Come on, Jacky.
We're going home now.
Come on darling. We have to go.
How are you Mr. Andrews?
- Very much provoked, Mrs. Johnson.
Now, I don't want to fight you.
But I feel it's my neighborly duty
to warn you about that war dog.
He's a menace to the community.
- But Danny Boy has always
been so gentle and friendly.
What's there to be afraid of?
- Evidently you're not familiar
with the training of war dogs.
- Well, I've just never thought about it.
- They wouldn't use a friendly
dog to kill Japs, would they?
- I suppose not.
But surely the government wouldn't send
a vicious dog home, would they?
- Oh, certainly not.
But no one can read a dog's mind.
Something might happen to
make him a killer again.
And you'd better little Jacky in the house
if that dog's allowed to run loose.
- I will.
Thanks for the warning.
- Don't pull away.
Keep your head on my
shoulder like you used to.
Look.
Do like the picture, you and me.
Come on now.
Let's try it again.
Come on.
Say, Joe, that's how he's been actin'
ever since I brought him home.
He doesn't know me, or
mom, or anybody else.
He doesn't even know that
he used to live here.
Tell me man to man, Joe.
I can take it.
What's the matter with him?
- There's nothing the
matter with him, Jimmy.
Nothing that patience and a
little kindness won't cure.
- Then why doesn't he know me
instead of treating me like a stranger?
- Don't worry.
He will in time.
You must remember, Jimmy,
that he's in a sort of fog
like I was when I first came
back from the South Pacific.
You see, he's been trained to forget you
and everything connected
with his civilian life.
And he was brought back from
the South Seas and retrained
to make him forget that
he ever was a soldier.
Is it any wonder that
he's a little mixed up?
- No, I guess not.
- He'll snap out of it in time like I did.
And it'll be just like
coming out of a bad dream.
Hey, Danny Boy, I know what
you're going through, fella.
We were there together weren't we?
- I'd like to help him, Joe.
Is there anything that I could do?
- Of course there is, Jimmy.
I don't have to tell you to
be kind to him, but overdo it.
He needs lots of affection and praise
for every little thing he does.
When you go out to play
take him along with ya.
Take him to places he used to know
and get him to do things he used to do.
- Hey, he used to help
me carry groceries home
from the store.
- That's what I mean.
- And when we went camping,
I used to take him along with me.
- Swell.
That kind of comradeship will help a lot
to bring them out of his battle fatigue.
- Gee, but you're a well pal, Joe.
Just talking things over with you
makes me feel a lot better.
- Makes me feel good too, Jimmy,
when I can help out a pal.
- Say, by the way, have you tried
any gentle obedience commands on him yet?
- No, I was so upset I didn't
know what to do with him.
- Well, why don't you try a few.
You know, a wolf never forget to up, down,
stay, sit, or heel.
- Okay, come on, boy, heel, heel.
That a boy.
Come on now.
Heel.
Come on boy.
Look he's mindin'!
Come on.
Look sis, he's mindin' me.
- That's swell, Jimmy.
Mom told you Joe would know what to do.
- Oh, you're the most swellest
and bestest dog in the world.
You're gonna get all right too I betcha.
- Are you two men through
with your dog talk?
- Yes, dear, why?
- Well, dinner is almost ready.
So you better come along.
- Hey, Joe, tell sis about
the night battle on Iwo Jima
and how Boy won a citation
for saving your life.
- After dinner, Jimmy,
it'd take too long now.
- Hey, sis, look, here's Boy's citation.
Joe brought it back from Camp Lejeune.
That's where they train
and detrain war dogs.
- That'll all keep until
after dinner, young man.
- Ah, heck, you don't show the
right respect for a war dog.
Hey, wait a minute.
Sit.
He did it!
(Joe laughs)
(soft harmonica music)
♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪
♪ Wake unto me ♪
♪ Starlight and dewdrops
are waiting for thee ♪
♪ Sounds of the rude
world, heard in the day ♪
♪ Lull'd by the moonlight
have all passed away ♪
♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪
♪ Queen of my song ♪
♪ List while I woo thee ♪
♪ With soft melodies ♪
♪ Gone are the cares
of life's busy throng ♪
♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪
♪ Awake unto me ♪
♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪
♪ Awaken to me ♪
- Gee, that was swell.
- Yeah, I didn't know
you could sing so good.
- You use to sing with
the Saint Peters Choir
for three years.
- Yeah, pop's gonna let me
take singing lessons this fall.
- Hey, by the way, Jimmy,
when you gonna show us
Danny Boy's citation?
- Anytime you want.
First I'm gonna make Pudgie eat crow.
- What do you mean eat crow?
- What have I done?
- What have I done, he says.
You know at the station
when he said Danny Boy didn't know me.
- Well, he didn't act very
much like he knew you.
- Well, that was all put
on, just like I said.
Now, I'll show that Danny Boy does me.
Up, boy.
Now, heel.
Sit.
Now, stay.
Okay, fellas, I bet you
you can't make him come.
- Come here, Danny Boy.
- Come here, Boy!
(boys whistling)
- Come here, Boy!
- Wait just a minute.
Just watch.
Come here, Boy.
Atta boy!
I guess that shows Pudgie
how you and I stand, huh?
- I guess I was wrong,
fellas, and I apologize.
- Okay, Danny Boy and
I accept your apology.
Now, I want to show
you what the government
thinks of Danny Boy.
Here, Rick, you read it.
- "Dear sir, enclosed is an
honorable discharge certificate
for your dog, Danny
Boy, now allowed to you.
Also, a certificate of appreciation
from the commandant."
- Not, commandant, commandant.
- "From the commandant of the
United States Marine Corps."
- Not corpse, corps.
(kid laughing)
- Corps.
"For the services
rendered to the war effort
by you and your dog."
- Say, Ricky, show them the
certificate appreciation.
- Oh, boy!
Lookie, fellas!
- Ooh, man!
- Man!
Good boy!
- "In addition to this
certificate there is a citation
for the dog's faithful and courageous
performance under enemy fire."
- You know somethin' fellas?
Boy practically won the whole Battle
of Iwo Jima single handed.
- Gee!
No wonder they gave him a citation.
- I'll say because he killed
more Japs than Joe did.
Up, Boy.
Hey, fellas!
How about a swim?
Let's go!
(boys cheering)
(soft music)
Boy went ahead of us.
- Last one in is a big sissy.
(kids chattering)
(suspenseful music)
- Darn you!
How often must I tell
you kids and your dogs
to keep off my lawn.
I won't stand for it, I tell you.
Can't you see what it says on that sign?
- Yes, Mr. Andrews,
but I didn't mean to get on your lawn.
I was only going after our ball.
- Well, that's no excuse.
You don't have to let the
ball come on my property.
- That's it fella.
Lookie, fellas!
He brought the ball back
to me like he used to.
Oh, your memory is
coming back isn't it Boy?
Aw, that's a good fella.
Now, watch out.
I want to hit it harder.
Watch out now.
Here comes a hot one, boys!
(ball thuds)
(whistle sliding)
(tense music)
(glass shattering)
- Who did that?
Who broke my window?
This is the last straw.
See what you young hoodlums did?
You broke my window.
Which one of you did it?
- Mr. Andrews.
They didn't do it. I did it.
And I'm awful sorry, Mr. Andrews.
I didn't mean to break your window.
It was an accident.
- I might have known it would be you.
You're the leader of these hoodlums.
I ought to thrash you
within an inch of your life.
- Wait a minute there.
I wouldn't try that if I were you.
Not while I'm around.
- If he's my boy, I'd whoop him.
- But he doesn't happen to be your boy.
And that makes a great deal of difference.
- You're not in the
mornings now, Joe Cameron.
- You better mind your own business.
- Maybe I'll make this my business.
- All right, Jimmy boy,
what's all the squawk about?
- Well, I batted out a fly.
And it accidentally broke his window.
- Is that all?
Well, what are you worrying about?
I'll pay for it.
How much will it cost for a new window?
- Thanks just the same,
Joe, but it was my fault.
- Where do you get that your fault?
You mean our fault.
We'll all chip in and pay
for it won't we fellas?
- [Boys] Sure!
- Well, it'll cost ya $8.00 or $9.00.
- So what?
They said they'll pay for it.
I'll guarantee they will.
You just have the window fixed
and send the bill to Jimmy.
- So long boys, I got to get back to work.
- [Boys] So long, Joe!
- Mr. Andrews.
- Yeah.
- Can we have our ball back?
- Your ball? No, you can't.
I'm keeping that as security
until you pay for the window.
And hereafter all you
boys keep off my premises.
Or I'll have you arrested for trespassing!
And you'd better keep that dog tied up
before he bites somebody.
- Well, it looks like
we got to put together
the price of a new window.
- Yeah, where are we gonna get nine bucks?
That's almost $2.00 a piece.
- Well, I have $0.11.
- I've got a nickel.
- I am flat broke.
- I've got an idea fellas.
(kids chattering)
Come on over to my house.
And let's talk things over.
- Here you are folks!
Here's where you get
that ice-cold lemonade.
You need something cold
on a hot day like this.
And this is where to get it.
You asked me if it's good.
It's terrific.
(indistinct)
- Well, this is Donna.
We'll take two glasses of your lemonade.
- A big glass for only $0.05!
- Is it good?
- Mhm!
- Say!
If they say so, it's all right!
Get your ice-cold lemonade right here!
Ice-cold lemonade!
A big glass for only $0.05!
- Take care of the place.
- Okay, Jimmy.
- Come on Boy, quick.
- Ice-cold lemonade!
Get your ice-cold lemonade!
Ice-cold lemonade!
Only $0.05 a glass.
Ice-cold lemonade!
- Hello Jimmy.
- Hi.
How we doin'?
- We've taken in $0.65.
What's your take?
- [Jimmy] $0.80.
- Nice goin'!
- Yeah.
- Bye, Ricky.
- Goodbye.
- [Girls] Goodbye Jimmy.
- Bye.
- Hey, Jimmy!
I've got to have more lemonade.
I sold out what I had.
- Sold out?
Gosh!
How did you do it?
- I put up my stand in
the front of the house.
- Okay, you just go
around in the back yard.
Mom will fill up the bucket.
- Okay.
(bell ringing)
- Yoohoo!
Come on Jacky.
Back you go.
You'll have to stay in the house.
Mommy will be right back.
- How do you do Mrs. Johnson?
- Hello.
- Could I interest you in a pail today.
- No, that's too many.
I'll just take a sack full.
- Mommy, doggy.
- Hi, Jacky.
- Hiya there Jacky.
- Hello, Jacky.
- Wanna pet Danny Boy.
Come here.
Come on and love him.
Go ahead, love him. Love him.
Ahh!
- Say hello, Danny Boy.
- Oh, isn't that cute.
- Hey Danny Boy.
- There.
- Thank you.
- That'll be $0.50.
Thank you.
I'll be back again next week.
- Fine.
(soft music)
- Doggy, doggy, doggy. (laughs)
- Jacky!
(tense music)
How dare you let that war dog run loose?
He might have killed little Jacky.
- Oh, no, Mrs. Johnson.
Danny Boy wouldn't hurt Jacky.
He likes him.
- Sure he does, Mrs. Johnson.
Don't you see how he was kissing Jacky?
- If I hadn't come running,
he might have hurt Jacky.
This is no place for a war dog.
He ought to be out in
the country somewhere.
- I warned you what could happen
if that war dog wasn't tied up.
- Did he bite Jacky?
- [Boys] No!
- He didn't hurt Jacky at all.
- Are you disappointed, mister?
- Well, you can be mighty
thankful he didn't hurt Jacky.
There's no telling when
he'll turn on somebody.
That's a dangerous dog.
- I'm awful sorry you got
so scared, Mrs. Johnson.
But Danny Boy wouldn't hurt Jacky.
Honest, he wouldn't.
And if you don't believe me,
I'll get the letter
from the War Department.
- I believe you Jimmy.
If I hadn't listened to Mr. Andrews,
I would've been so frightened.
But he's been telling me
your dog is dangerous.
- Yeah, he hates Danny Boy.
- I know.
He even wanted me to get up a
petition in the neighborhood
to send Danny Boy away.
- What?
- Old Grumpy's got a heck of a nerve
trying to take Danny Boy away from you.
- I'll say.
A fellas got a right to
have a dog if he wants to.
- Sure, you've got as much right to have
a dog as he has to have canaries.
- Gosh, I didn't think he
was as mean as all of that.
- He's the meanest man in
the world, I'll betcha.
- Better be awful careful, Jimmy.
A mean guy like that is
liable to poison Danny Boy.
- That's right.
He's mean enough to do anything.
- He better not try to hurt my dog.
No sir, nobody is gonna hurt
you Boy, not while I'm around.
And nobody's gonna get a chance
to take you away from me either.
No, sir.
Lookie fellas!
He kissed me again!
- Yeah!
- Gee!
- Joe was right.
He's come out of the fog completely.
I'm gonna go tell mom.
Come on Boy, heel.
Come on fella.
Mom! Mom!
- What, dear?
- He licked me, Mom.
Come here, Boy.
Show mom. Come on.
Give me a kiss, Boy. Come on.
Give me a kiss.
See mom?
- See what dear?
- He's his old self again and remembers me
and everything that he used to.
See if he'll give you a kiss.
- Have you got a kiss for me, Boy?
(laughs) Oh, nice Boy.
You really do recognize us, don't you?
(Danny Boy barking)
- He's tryin' to tell us
he remembers everything.
(Danny Boy barking)
(suspenseful music)
- Say, that's a fine
looking dog over there.
- He's a pain in the neck to me.
You can have him.
- I wish I could.
(Danny Boy barking)
I could use a good dog
like him on my ranch.
- You could, eh?
(Danny Boy barking)
(suspenseful music)
- Well, I guess we better
get back on the job.
Okay, come on, Boy.
Come on, fella.
Come on. Come on.
- Would you really like to have that dog?
- Yeah, I sure would if they
don't want too much for him.
- Oh, he's not for sale exactly.
But if you want him,
I can get him for you.
- Yeah?
How are you gonna do it?
- Come back here about 10 o'clock.
(soft suspenseful music)
- Well, have you decided to be a good dog?
Because if you have, I've
got somethin' nice for you.
See?
(Danny Boy barking)
If that's the way you feel about it,
you ain't gonna get nothing to eat.
(Danny Boy barking)
Shut up!
Shut up, or I'll come back and beat you
within an inch of your life.
(Danny Boy barking)
(suspenseful music)
(engine rumbling)
(Danny Boy barking)
(Danny Boy barking)
(soft music)
(water splashing)
(soft music continues)
(Danny Boy whining)
- Hey, Jimmy, you want us to go up
and help you when you pay ole Grumpy off?
- Naw, I can handle it fellas.
- Okay.
I'll see you tomorrow morning.
- Yeah, goodbye.
- Bye, Jimmy.
- Well, Jimmy, what's on your mind?
- Well, I want to pay for the window.
Have you got the bill ready?
- Ooh, yes, but you didn't have to be
in such a hurry to pay me.
I know your word's good.
But there we are.
$9.00 even, see?
- Okay.
It's $5,
and one, $6,
one, $7,
and one is $8.
Two halves make $9.
- (chuckles) Right you are.
And I want to commend you
for being an honest boy.
- Just give me the
receipt for the $9 please.
- Oh, yes, yes.
Always take a receipt.
There you are.
- Thanks.
Now can we have our ball?
- There's your ball.
And don't break anymore of my windows.
- Don't worry.
I won't, Mr. Andrews.
(soft music)
Danny Boy!
Welcome home.
Mom! Mom!
Come here quick!
Danny Boy, gosh am I glad to see you.
I thought you was never comin' home.
(Danny Boy whimpering)
What's the matter, Boy?
Do you feel bad?
Do you have pain?
(Danny Boy whimpering)
Well, what did they do to my Boy?
- Where are you, Jimmy?
- I'm in the dog house, mom.
Come here, quick.
Danny Boy's home.
Look, mom.
- Why, someone's been abusing him.
Look at those awful welts on his body.
- And he's so weak he
can't even lift his head.
And look at his poor paws.
They're all bloody.
- That must be because he's
traveled a long way to get home.
You're right, Jimmy.
He didn't stray away.
Somebody stole him.
- Boy, would I like to know who did it.
I'd have him arrested.
That's what I'd do.
- That would be too easy on him, dear.
Now, you stay here.
And I'll go get a doctor.
- A doctor?
Do you think he's hurt bad?
Mom, do you think he's liable to die?
- Now, don't jump to conclusions, dear.
We don't know.
But the veterinarian will.
And he'll know just what to do.
- Well, hurry mom, please hurry.
(Danny Boy whimpering)
It's all right, Boy.
The vet's gonna come over and doctor ya.
He'll fix ya up fine.
And nobody's gonna get a
chance to steal you again
because you're gonna sleep
on the foot of my bed.
Oh, Boy.
See, the doc is saving Danny Boy's life
when he was hurt so bad.
- I'll say.
And he stayed up all night
for three nights to save him.
- Three nights!
Gee wilikers!
- Jeepers!
- Gee, wouldn't you like
to know who kidnapped him?
- Would I?
I hope Danny Boy bit him good and hard
while he was making his escape.
- You can say that again.
- Hey fellas, pretty
soon he'll be well enough
to go on another camping trip.
- Gee, that would be swell.
- Won't it though?
- Yeah.
(Danny Boy barking)
(tense music)
- What's the matter, Boy?
(Danny Boy barking)
Danny Boy!
Danny Boy, come here!
(man yelling)
- Oh!
Help!
Jimmy, that dog is killing me!
Help me!
- Danny Boy!
- Help me, somebody.
The dog is killing me!
Help me!
(tense music continues)
- Come here, Danny Boy!
- Get away from him so I can shoot!
Pull away and I'll shoot him.
- Watch out, fellas!
Come here, Danny Boy!
Danny Boy!
Danny Boy! Down!
(Danny Boy barking)
(Danny Boy growling)
I'm awful sorry, Mr. Andrews.
I don't know why Danny Boy
attacked you and the orange man.
I guess he thought he
was fightin' Japs again.
- I told you that war dog
would go mad and bite somebody.
But that's the last
time he'll bite anyone.
I'm gonna call the police.
(Danny Boy barking)
- Why did you do it, Boy?
Now you've got us in a lot of trouble.
They're liable to put you and me in jail.
- Come here!
- Jimmy, come here!
- What do you want?
- You've got to get Danny
Boy out of here fast
before the cops arrive.
- Yeah, they're liable to shoot him.
- You can say that again.
- Listen fellas, the
police come lookin' for me,
you don't know where I am, see?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Okay, Jimmy.
- Come on Boy.
- Bye Jimmy!
(fast-paced music)
- We got to get out of here Boy!
(siren blaring)
The police, Boy! They're after us.
Come here, quick!
Down, Boy! Down!
Down!
(siren blaring)
Coast is clear. Come on, Boy, quick.
Come on, Boy.
Hey Joe!
- Hey, what are you doing in there?
- Hidin'.
The police are looking for me.
- Hmm?
The police aren't looking for you.
- Yes, they are, honest.
I need your advice.
- What have you done that the police
should be looking for you?
- Danny Boy bit Grumpy
Andrews and the orange man,
and I mean, bit 'em.
- What did they do to him?
- Nothing, he just sprang over the fence
and started to choke the orange man.
And Grumpy tried to shoot him.
And he took a bite out of him too.
- He went after the orange
man for no reason at all?
- I guess he thought he
was fightin' Japs again.
- Yeah, something like that.
- Well, what am I gonna do, Joe?
Can you hide Boy here?
Or maybe at your house?
- Look Jimmy, I'd go all
the way for a pal like you.
But hiding Danny Boy isn't
the right thing to do.
- Yeah, but Grumpy called him a mad dog.
The police are liable to shoot him.
- No, they won't.
Not on his say so.
You're not mad at anybody are you, Boy?
You wouldn't try to hurt
anybody that was kind to ya?
Of course not.
- I don't care about myself, Joe.
They can arrest me if they want to,
just so they don't hurt Boy.
- They're not gonna arrest you, Jimmy.
And they're not gonna hurt Boy.
That is if you get right him
down to the police station.
- They won't?
- Of course not.
But you must understand
he's in a serious jam.
Andrews may try to prove he's
too dangerous to have around.
- Yeah, and they're liable
to take him away from me?
- They may try to.
We're not gonna let them.
We'll get a good lawyer to defend him.
- Do you know of a good dog lawyer?
- You leave that to me.
I'll get in touch with one
while you're taking Danny Boy
down to the police station.
- Gee, but you're a swell pal, Joe.
- All right, Jimmy, you better get going.
- Okay.
Come on, Boy.
Hello, mister.
- What can I do for you, sonny?
- Is this the place where
you turn in fugitives?
- Yeah, this is the place.
- And who is the fugitive, you?
- No, him.
The police are out
lookin' for him right now.
Up, Boy.
- Ole fella, so you're a fugitive, eh?
What are the charges against him, sonny?
- I don't know.
But he bit a couple of guys.
- Bit a couple of guys? Is that so?
Wait until I take a look
at the blotter here.
Hmm, don't see anything against him.
Who did you say he bit?
- An orange man.
I don't know his name, old Grumpy Andrews.
- Andrews, eh?
Now wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Well, here it is. Here it is.
A pick up order sent out
for a four-year-old brown
and black police dog.
So you're Danny Boy, eh?
"Use extreme care in capturing this animal
as he is a war dog and
believed to be vicious."
- He's not so vicious.
- "Complaint signed by Frank
Andrews and Lafe Dunkell."
I don't think he's vicious either, sonny.
But I've got to lock him up just the same.
Orders is orders, you know?
- Yeah, but you'll take
good care of him, won't ya?
- Ah, you bet I will.
You know I got a dog of me own.
And I think I'm just about as fond
of him as you are of Danny Boy here.
- That's swell.
Down, Boy.
(soft music)
Goodbye, Boy.
Now be a good dog while I'm gone.
And don't worry because Joe's
gonna get ya a good lawyer
and get ya out of here.
Bye, Boy.
- I have listened to the
testimony in this case
with an open mind and without prejudice
because the defense conceded
that the defendant dog
had bitten the two
plaintiffs in this action.
But the main issue in this
case is whether or not
this dog is liable to repeat
such attacks on other persons,
whether or not he would be a menace
to human life in the community.
I cannot help but acclaim
this dog's heroic service to our country.
But such a service becomes a duty.
No matter how valiantly
such duty be performed
it earns no special
license to breach the laws
which govern the safety and
well-being of all the people.
It has been shown in this court
that the defendant dog
is emotionally unstable,
twice attacking citizens
without any provocation.
Therefore, I have no other recourse
than to remove this
menace to public safety.
It is the order of this
court that the defendant dog
be taken to the city pound and put
to death in the gas chamber.
- No!
No you can't do that to my dog.
Please!
(gavel thuds)
- Order!
(Jimmy crying)
- Your Honor, please.
- Yes, Mr. Cameron.
- I'd like to ask you a favor, Your Honor.
- You may proceed.
- I'd like to remind
your honor that Danny Boy
is a hero and a Marine.
As such, it would be a disgrace for him
to die in the gas chamber.
- Your point is well taken, Mr. Cameron.
What do you propose?
- Well, if a Marine has to die,
I think he'd prefer the firing squad.
So with your permission
I'd like to carry out
the sentence of the court.
I think the dog would like
it better that way if I...
- I agree with you, Mr. Cameron,
and rescind my previous order.
I will release the defendant
dog into your custody.
And you will execute
the order of this court.
- Thank you, Your Honor.
(Jimmy crying)
Come on, pal.
You and the Boy and I are going home.
- Come on, Boy.
- Do you think Cameron can be trusted
to carry out the judge's sentence?
How would we know?
- Maybe you'd like to
witness the dog's execution.
If you would, I'll make
arrangements with the judge.
- No, no.
I just want to be sure there'd
be no miscarriage of justice.
That's all.
- Don't worry, Mr. Andrews.
Nothing is gonna cheat you out
of the pleasure getting even with a dog.
(tense music)
- I never ask for much.
But this time I'm asking
you for a special favor.
Will you fix things so
that Danny Boy can escape?
He's too nice of a dog to
have to die for something
that he didn't mean to do.
And if you let him escape,
I'm sure he'll find another home someplace
where people will like him.
Will you do this for me?
Please.
Please.
Goodbye, Boy.
You're the best dog in the world.
And I'm never gonna have another dog
because no other dog can
take your place with me.
(Danny Boy whimpering)
Up, come on.
Here you go.
Danny Boy.
Danny! (crying)
(Danny Boy barking)
- Hey, ole boy, you're to stay with me.
(Danny Boy barking)
(engine rumbling)
(soft music continues)
(Jimmy sobbing)
(soft music continues)
- Jimmy! Hey Jimmy!
- Hey, Jimmy.
- Hey, Jimmy.
- What do you want?
- Look what we found.
- In the orange man's barn.
- Yeah, look, this is
the rope that Danny Boy
was tied up with.
And this is the whip that
the orange man beat him with.
- Don't you see?
Boy wouldn't have bit the orange man
if he hadn't kidnapped him and abused him.
- Sure!
That's why he bit ole Grumpy too I betcha
because Grumpy helped kidnap him.
- Come on, Jimmy.
Let's show the judge what we found.
He'll do somethin' about it.
I know he will.
- It's too late, fellas.
Joe's already taken Boy away to shoot him.
- How long ago?
- About 15 minutes ago.
- Maybe we can catch him on our bicycles.
- Sure we can. Do you
know where he was goin'?
- Joe Cameron's woods.
- Listen fellas, if we
want to save Danny Boy,
we got to ride like the wind.
Come on let's go!
- Come on let's go!
- Let's go!
(soft music)
- Come on Jimmy, let's go.
- Come on, Jimmy.
(soft music continues)
- Come on, Boy.
Come on, Boy, heel.
(kid chattering)
- Hey, Danny Boy.
- Hello, Joe.
- Hello, folks.
- You goin' huntin'?
- Ed, Ed, what an awful thing to say.
Poor Joe has to kill little Jimmy's dog.
- Oh.
- Doggy, doggy.
- Hey, come back here young fella.
(baby chattering)
- Happy landing devil dog and forgive me.
(somber music)
I'd give my right arm if I could
get out of doin' this, Boy.
But I couldn't let a Marine
hero die like a common criminal.
Besides, you and Jimmy are my friends.
You understand, don't you, pal?
Come on, Boy.
Here, Boy.
- Turn at the next
crossroads, fellas, hurry!
- It's no use killin' us,
Jimmy. We'll never make it.
- You can turn back if you wanna.
But I've got to keep goin'!
(suspenseful music)
- Jacky!
Jacky!
(soft music)
- Lookie, fellas!
Here's Joe's car.
- [Kids] Hey, Joe!
- [Jimmy] Come on.
(train chugging)
(engine rumbling)
- Go get him, Boy.
Go get him!
Go on, Boy.
(train engine rumbling)
- Jacky!
Jacky!
No! No!
(train clattering)
- Look, Danny Boy saved little Jacky.
- Joe!
Hey, Joe!
- Ruthie.
Ruthie.
Ruthie, darling.
- Jacky.
Ed, where's Jacky!
- He's all right, darling.
- Lookie, fellas, there's
Joe and Boy, come on!
(Jacky laughing)
- Come on.
Here's Jacky, Mrs. Johnson.
- Oh, Jacky, darling.
Jacky, darling.
Oh.
- Oh, Danny Boy.
You're a real for sure hero now.
- I'll say he is.
- Good thing for us you
didn't pull the trigger
before this happened.
You can't go through with it now, Joe.
Wait 'til I tell Judge
Carter a thing or to.
- Wait 'til we tell Judge
Carter a few things or two.
- [Kids] Yeah.
- Look Joe, the fellas found
that in the orange man's barn.
- Well, that settles it boys.
Come on, we're gonna see Judge Carter.
- Come on, Boy.
- Looks like someone else
had things planned otherwise, Judge.
- It does seem as if a
higher authority than mine
has decided this case.
Therefore, I'm revoking my verdict.
Danny Boy, you may go home with Jimmy now.
And I'm issuing a bench
warrant for the arrest
of Lafe Duckell and Frank Andrews.
- That's one pitch we won't miss.
- You can say that again.
- All right, that's one pitch
we won't miss, eh fellas?
(all laughing)
- You're free, Boy! Free!
Ain't it swell?
Now, you ought to thank Judge Carter.
Go ahead, Boy.
Tell him.
(Danny Boy whimpering)
- [All] Aww.
(emotional orchestral music)
(drums rumbling)
- Company halt!
Left face!
Hey sis!
Hey sis!
You think he'll come on this train?
- Of course, Jimmy, the
telegram said so, didn't it?
- Yeah, but I'm so excited
I don't know what I'm doing.
Here she comes!
Oh boy, I hope he's on this one.
Hey, fellas!
Come on, boys.
Line up. Come on, hurry up.
All right, keep your places, boys.
One, two.
(exciting band music)
- Joe!
- Hey, where is he, Jimmy?
- I don't know.
- I don't see him yet.
- Maybe he missed the train.
- Joe, darling.
- Gee, Marge, you look wonderful.
- Hey, Joe!
Joe, hey Joe, Joe!
- Hiya, pal.
- Hi!
I thought Danny boy was comin' with ya.
- He did come with me, Jimmy.
- Then where is he?
- [Kid] Hey, Jimmy.
Here he is. Here's Danny Boy!
(kids cheering)
- Danny Boy!
Hello fella!
Speak to me, Boy.
Speak to me.
- Which one of you boys is Jimmy Bailey?
- I am, mister.
- And I suppose you want
to take your mutt home with ya, huh?
- He ain't no mutt.
He's a thoroughbred and a war hero.
- Oh, I'm sorry son.
I apologize.
Here just sign this receipt right here.
Fine, thank you.
Now we'll let the hero out of his cage.
(soft bugle music)
- Good heavens!
Why did Danny Boy get all
the ribbons and medals?
They're yours, aren't they?
- Well, I thought I'd
give Jimmy a big thrill.
- Oh, that was swell.
Thanks Joe.
- Helpers Club of America, Unit Seven,
we have come here today to welcome home
and to honor Danny Boy Bailey,
a hero of this World War enlisted
in the service of our country in July 1942
and fought with United States Marines
driving the Japs out of Guadalcanal
and other islands in the South Pacific.
Brave devil dog, we
pay our respect to you.
"Amen."
- Hello, fella, you're my boy aren't ya?
- He doesn't know you anymore, Jimmy.
He's forgotten all about you.
- He does so know me.
He's just acting strange because
of the band and the crowd.
He don't like the people
to make a fuss over him.
- Ah, if he knew you, he'd whine
you speak to him like you used twhen o.
And he'd be kissin' you all over the face.
- You just don't understand, Pudgie.
He's waitin' until we get home
to show his affection for me.
When nobody is looking at him.
- Jimmy, how long has your
dog been away from ya?
- Two years, three months, and 27 days.
- Well, no wonder he's acting strange.
You'd be that way too son
if you'd been away from home that long.
- Sure, you'll have to get
used to being a civilian again.
Well, fellas, thanks a lot for helping me
welcome Danny Boy home.
I know he appreciates
it just as much as I do.
Now, we're going home.
Come on, boy.
Mom's waiting to see you.
(soft music)
Mom! Mom!
- Here I am, dear.
Why Jimmy, what's the matter?
- They made a mistake, mom.
They sent me somebody else's dog.
- What make you think so, dear?
- Well, if he's my dog he'd be
glad to see me, wouldn't he?
- [Mom] Yes.
- Well, he doesn't even know me at all.
- Oh, come here Boy.
What's the matter with you?
Have you forgotten us?
- See?
See, mom?
He doesn't know you either.
He isn't Danny Boy.
And I know he isn't.
- Well, maybe he'll remember his kennel.
Why don't you try that?
- Well, I never thought of that.
Come on, Boy.
See, Boy?
That's where you used to sleep, remember?
Go on in and look around.
It's no use, mom.
He isn't my dog.
- Well, we'll soon find
out whether he is or not.
- How?
- I'm surprised at you, dear.
Have you forgotten the scar
Boy got on that barbed wire?
- Oh, yeah, that's right.
Down Boy.
Down, down, fella.
It's Danny Boy, all right.
Here's the scar.
You are my dog aren't ya?
What's the matter fella?
Why don't you know me?
Have you forgotten all the good times
we used to have together?
What's the matter, mom?
Why doesn't he know me?
- Oh, don't get all upset, dear.
Maybe all the fighting he's been through
is why he acts so strange.
- Maybe.
- I bet you Joe Cameron
will know the reason.
- Yeah, I'll bet Joe will know
because Boy was with Joe's
outfit in the South Pacific.
I'll go find Joe and Margie right now.
They're on their way
home from the station.
- Wait, dear.
Joe and Margie haven't seen
each other in a long time.
And I don't think we should
bother them just now.
- Yeah, but, well, when can I see 'em?
- How about tonight?
Joe will be here for dinner.
- Okay, can I take Boy for a walk.
- Sure.
- Okay, come on, Boy.
Hello, Mrs. Johnson.
- Hello, Jimmy.
- Hello, Jacky.
You see who just got back home today?
Joe Cameron brought him back
from the detraining camp.
- Well, isn't that nice?
You're happy I'll bet.
- I'll say.
Well, come on, Boy. Let's go.
Goodbye Jacky.
Bye there.
- Goodbye, Jimmy.
Come on, Jacky.
We're going home now.
Come on darling. We have to go.
How are you Mr. Andrews?
- Very much provoked, Mrs. Johnson.
Now, I don't want to fight you.
But I feel it's my neighborly duty
to warn you about that war dog.
He's a menace to the community.
- But Danny Boy has always
been so gentle and friendly.
What's there to be afraid of?
- Evidently you're not familiar
with the training of war dogs.
- Well, I've just never thought about it.
- They wouldn't use a friendly
dog to kill Japs, would they?
- I suppose not.
But surely the government wouldn't send
a vicious dog home, would they?
- Oh, certainly not.
But no one can read a dog's mind.
Something might happen to
make him a killer again.
And you'd better little Jacky in the house
if that dog's allowed to run loose.
- I will.
Thanks for the warning.
- Don't pull away.
Keep your head on my
shoulder like you used to.
Look.
Do like the picture, you and me.
Come on now.
Let's try it again.
Come on.
Say, Joe, that's how he's been actin'
ever since I brought him home.
He doesn't know me, or
mom, or anybody else.
He doesn't even know that
he used to live here.
Tell me man to man, Joe.
I can take it.
What's the matter with him?
- There's nothing the
matter with him, Jimmy.
Nothing that patience and a
little kindness won't cure.
- Then why doesn't he know me
instead of treating me like a stranger?
- Don't worry.
He will in time.
You must remember, Jimmy,
that he's in a sort of fog
like I was when I first came
back from the South Pacific.
You see, he's been trained to forget you
and everything connected
with his civilian life.
And he was brought back from
the South Seas and retrained
to make him forget that
he ever was a soldier.
Is it any wonder that
he's a little mixed up?
- No, I guess not.
- He'll snap out of it in time like I did.
And it'll be just like
coming out of a bad dream.
Hey, Danny Boy, I know what
you're going through, fella.
We were there together weren't we?
- I'd like to help him, Joe.
Is there anything that I could do?
- Of course there is, Jimmy.
I don't have to tell you to
be kind to him, but overdo it.
He needs lots of affection and praise
for every little thing he does.
When you go out to play
take him along with ya.
Take him to places he used to know
and get him to do things he used to do.
- Hey, he used to help
me carry groceries home
from the store.
- That's what I mean.
- And when we went camping,
I used to take him along with me.
- Swell.
That kind of comradeship will help a lot
to bring them out of his battle fatigue.
- Gee, but you're a well pal, Joe.
Just talking things over with you
makes me feel a lot better.
- Makes me feel good too, Jimmy,
when I can help out a pal.
- Say, by the way, have you tried
any gentle obedience commands on him yet?
- No, I was so upset I didn't
know what to do with him.
- Well, why don't you try a few.
You know, a wolf never forget to up, down,
stay, sit, or heel.
- Okay, come on, boy, heel, heel.
That a boy.
Come on now.
Heel.
Come on boy.
Look he's mindin'!
Come on.
Look sis, he's mindin' me.
- That's swell, Jimmy.
Mom told you Joe would know what to do.
- Oh, you're the most swellest
and bestest dog in the world.
You're gonna get all right too I betcha.
- Are you two men through
with your dog talk?
- Yes, dear, why?
- Well, dinner is almost ready.
So you better come along.
- Hey, Joe, tell sis about
the night battle on Iwo Jima
and how Boy won a citation
for saving your life.
- After dinner, Jimmy,
it'd take too long now.
- Hey, sis, look, here's Boy's citation.
Joe brought it back from Camp Lejeune.
That's where they train
and detrain war dogs.
- That'll all keep until
after dinner, young man.
- Ah, heck, you don't show the
right respect for a war dog.
Hey, wait a minute.
Sit.
He did it!
(Joe laughs)
(soft harmonica music)
♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪
♪ Wake unto me ♪
♪ Starlight and dewdrops
are waiting for thee ♪
♪ Sounds of the rude
world, heard in the day ♪
♪ Lull'd by the moonlight
have all passed away ♪
♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪
♪ Queen of my song ♪
♪ List while I woo thee ♪
♪ With soft melodies ♪
♪ Gone are the cares
of life's busy throng ♪
♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪
♪ Awake unto me ♪
♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪
♪ Awaken to me ♪
- Gee, that was swell.
- Yeah, I didn't know
you could sing so good.
- You use to sing with
the Saint Peters Choir
for three years.
- Yeah, pop's gonna let me
take singing lessons this fall.
- Hey, by the way, Jimmy,
when you gonna show us
Danny Boy's citation?
- Anytime you want.
First I'm gonna make Pudgie eat crow.
- What do you mean eat crow?
- What have I done?
- What have I done, he says.
You know at the station
when he said Danny Boy didn't know me.
- Well, he didn't act very
much like he knew you.
- Well, that was all put
on, just like I said.
Now, I'll show that Danny Boy does me.
Up, boy.
Now, heel.
Sit.
Now, stay.
Okay, fellas, I bet you
you can't make him come.
- Come here, Danny Boy.
- Come here, Boy!
(boys whistling)
- Come here, Boy!
- Wait just a minute.
Just watch.
Come here, Boy.
Atta boy!
I guess that shows Pudgie
how you and I stand, huh?
- I guess I was wrong,
fellas, and I apologize.
- Okay, Danny Boy and
I accept your apology.
Now, I want to show
you what the government
thinks of Danny Boy.
Here, Rick, you read it.
- "Dear sir, enclosed is an
honorable discharge certificate
for your dog, Danny
Boy, now allowed to you.
Also, a certificate of appreciation
from the commandant."
- Not, commandant, commandant.
- "From the commandant of the
United States Marine Corps."
- Not corpse, corps.
(kid laughing)
- Corps.
"For the services
rendered to the war effort
by you and your dog."
- Say, Ricky, show them the
certificate appreciation.
- Oh, boy!
Lookie, fellas!
- Ooh, man!
- Man!
Good boy!
- "In addition to this
certificate there is a citation
for the dog's faithful and courageous
performance under enemy fire."
- You know somethin' fellas?
Boy practically won the whole Battle
of Iwo Jima single handed.
- Gee!
No wonder they gave him a citation.
- I'll say because he killed
more Japs than Joe did.
Up, Boy.
Hey, fellas!
How about a swim?
Let's go!
(boys cheering)
(soft music)
Boy went ahead of us.
- Last one in is a big sissy.
(kids chattering)
(suspenseful music)
- Darn you!
How often must I tell
you kids and your dogs
to keep off my lawn.
I won't stand for it, I tell you.
Can't you see what it says on that sign?
- Yes, Mr. Andrews,
but I didn't mean to get on your lawn.
I was only going after our ball.
- Well, that's no excuse.
You don't have to let the
ball come on my property.
- That's it fella.
Lookie, fellas!
He brought the ball back
to me like he used to.
Oh, your memory is
coming back isn't it Boy?
Aw, that's a good fella.
Now, watch out.
I want to hit it harder.
Watch out now.
Here comes a hot one, boys!
(ball thuds)
(whistle sliding)
(tense music)
(glass shattering)
- Who did that?
Who broke my window?
This is the last straw.
See what you young hoodlums did?
You broke my window.
Which one of you did it?
- Mr. Andrews.
They didn't do it. I did it.
And I'm awful sorry, Mr. Andrews.
I didn't mean to break your window.
It was an accident.
- I might have known it would be you.
You're the leader of these hoodlums.
I ought to thrash you
within an inch of your life.
- Wait a minute there.
I wouldn't try that if I were you.
Not while I'm around.
- If he's my boy, I'd whoop him.
- But he doesn't happen to be your boy.
And that makes a great deal of difference.
- You're not in the
mornings now, Joe Cameron.
- You better mind your own business.
- Maybe I'll make this my business.
- All right, Jimmy boy,
what's all the squawk about?
- Well, I batted out a fly.
And it accidentally broke his window.
- Is that all?
Well, what are you worrying about?
I'll pay for it.
How much will it cost for a new window?
- Thanks just the same,
Joe, but it was my fault.
- Where do you get that your fault?
You mean our fault.
We'll all chip in and pay
for it won't we fellas?
- [Boys] Sure!
- Well, it'll cost ya $8.00 or $9.00.
- So what?
They said they'll pay for it.
I'll guarantee they will.
You just have the window fixed
and send the bill to Jimmy.
- So long boys, I got to get back to work.
- [Boys] So long, Joe!
- Mr. Andrews.
- Yeah.
- Can we have our ball back?
- Your ball? No, you can't.
I'm keeping that as security
until you pay for the window.
And hereafter all you
boys keep off my premises.
Or I'll have you arrested for trespassing!
And you'd better keep that dog tied up
before he bites somebody.
- Well, it looks like
we got to put together
the price of a new window.
- Yeah, where are we gonna get nine bucks?
That's almost $2.00 a piece.
- Well, I have $0.11.
- I've got a nickel.
- I am flat broke.
- I've got an idea fellas.
(kids chattering)
Come on over to my house.
And let's talk things over.
- Here you are folks!
Here's where you get
that ice-cold lemonade.
You need something cold
on a hot day like this.
And this is where to get it.
You asked me if it's good.
It's terrific.
(indistinct)
- Well, this is Donna.
We'll take two glasses of your lemonade.
- A big glass for only $0.05!
- Is it good?
- Mhm!
- Say!
If they say so, it's all right!
Get your ice-cold lemonade right here!
Ice-cold lemonade!
A big glass for only $0.05!
- Take care of the place.
- Okay, Jimmy.
- Come on Boy, quick.
- Ice-cold lemonade!
Get your ice-cold lemonade!
Ice-cold lemonade!
Only $0.05 a glass.
Ice-cold lemonade!
- Hello Jimmy.
- Hi.
How we doin'?
- We've taken in $0.65.
What's your take?
- [Jimmy] $0.80.
- Nice goin'!
- Yeah.
- Bye, Ricky.
- Goodbye.
- [Girls] Goodbye Jimmy.
- Bye.
- Hey, Jimmy!
I've got to have more lemonade.
I sold out what I had.
- Sold out?
Gosh!
How did you do it?
- I put up my stand in
the front of the house.
- Okay, you just go
around in the back yard.
Mom will fill up the bucket.
- Okay.
(bell ringing)
- Yoohoo!
Come on Jacky.
Back you go.
You'll have to stay in the house.
Mommy will be right back.
- How do you do Mrs. Johnson?
- Hello.
- Could I interest you in a pail today.
- No, that's too many.
I'll just take a sack full.
- Mommy, doggy.
- Hi, Jacky.
- Hiya there Jacky.
- Hello, Jacky.
- Wanna pet Danny Boy.
Come here.
Come on and love him.
Go ahead, love him. Love him.
Ahh!
- Say hello, Danny Boy.
- Oh, isn't that cute.
- Hey Danny Boy.
- There.
- Thank you.
- That'll be $0.50.
Thank you.
I'll be back again next week.
- Fine.
(soft music)
- Doggy, doggy, doggy. (laughs)
- Jacky!
(tense music)
How dare you let that war dog run loose?
He might have killed little Jacky.
- Oh, no, Mrs. Johnson.
Danny Boy wouldn't hurt Jacky.
He likes him.
- Sure he does, Mrs. Johnson.
Don't you see how he was kissing Jacky?
- If I hadn't come running,
he might have hurt Jacky.
This is no place for a war dog.
He ought to be out in
the country somewhere.
- I warned you what could happen
if that war dog wasn't tied up.
- Did he bite Jacky?
- [Boys] No!
- He didn't hurt Jacky at all.
- Are you disappointed, mister?
- Well, you can be mighty
thankful he didn't hurt Jacky.
There's no telling when
he'll turn on somebody.
That's a dangerous dog.
- I'm awful sorry you got
so scared, Mrs. Johnson.
But Danny Boy wouldn't hurt Jacky.
Honest, he wouldn't.
And if you don't believe me,
I'll get the letter
from the War Department.
- I believe you Jimmy.
If I hadn't listened to Mr. Andrews,
I would've been so frightened.
But he's been telling me
your dog is dangerous.
- Yeah, he hates Danny Boy.
- I know.
He even wanted me to get up a
petition in the neighborhood
to send Danny Boy away.
- What?
- Old Grumpy's got a heck of a nerve
trying to take Danny Boy away from you.
- I'll say.
A fellas got a right to
have a dog if he wants to.
- Sure, you've got as much right to have
a dog as he has to have canaries.
- Gosh, I didn't think he
was as mean as all of that.
- He's the meanest man in
the world, I'll betcha.
- Better be awful careful, Jimmy.
A mean guy like that is
liable to poison Danny Boy.
- That's right.
He's mean enough to do anything.
- He better not try to hurt my dog.
No sir, nobody is gonna hurt
you Boy, not while I'm around.
And nobody's gonna get a chance
to take you away from me either.
No, sir.
Lookie fellas!
He kissed me again!
- Yeah!
- Gee!
- Joe was right.
He's come out of the fog completely.
I'm gonna go tell mom.
Come on Boy, heel.
Come on fella.
Mom! Mom!
- What, dear?
- He licked me, Mom.
Come here, Boy.
Show mom. Come on.
Give me a kiss, Boy. Come on.
Give me a kiss.
See mom?
- See what dear?
- He's his old self again and remembers me
and everything that he used to.
See if he'll give you a kiss.
- Have you got a kiss for me, Boy?
(laughs) Oh, nice Boy.
You really do recognize us, don't you?
(Danny Boy barking)
- He's tryin' to tell us
he remembers everything.
(Danny Boy barking)
(suspenseful music)
- Say, that's a fine
looking dog over there.
- He's a pain in the neck to me.
You can have him.
- I wish I could.
(Danny Boy barking)
I could use a good dog
like him on my ranch.
- You could, eh?
(Danny Boy barking)
(suspenseful music)
- Well, I guess we better
get back on the job.
Okay, come on, Boy.
Come on, fella.
Come on. Come on.
- Would you really like to have that dog?
- Yeah, I sure would if they
don't want too much for him.
- Oh, he's not for sale exactly.
But if you want him,
I can get him for you.
- Yeah?
How are you gonna do it?
- Come back here about 10 o'clock.
(soft suspenseful music)
- Well, have you decided to be a good dog?
Because if you have, I've
got somethin' nice for you.
See?
(Danny Boy barking)
If that's the way you feel about it,
you ain't gonna get nothing to eat.
(Danny Boy barking)
Shut up!
Shut up, or I'll come back and beat you
within an inch of your life.
(Danny Boy barking)
(suspenseful music)
(engine rumbling)
(Danny Boy barking)
(Danny Boy barking)
(soft music)
(water splashing)
(soft music continues)
(Danny Boy whining)
- Hey, Jimmy, you want us to go up
and help you when you pay ole Grumpy off?
- Naw, I can handle it fellas.
- Okay.
I'll see you tomorrow morning.
- Yeah, goodbye.
- Bye, Jimmy.
- Well, Jimmy, what's on your mind?
- Well, I want to pay for the window.
Have you got the bill ready?
- Ooh, yes, but you didn't have to be
in such a hurry to pay me.
I know your word's good.
But there we are.
$9.00 even, see?
- Okay.
It's $5,
and one, $6,
one, $7,
and one is $8.
Two halves make $9.
- (chuckles) Right you are.
And I want to commend you
for being an honest boy.
- Just give me the
receipt for the $9 please.
- Oh, yes, yes.
Always take a receipt.
There you are.
- Thanks.
Now can we have our ball?
- There's your ball.
And don't break anymore of my windows.
- Don't worry.
I won't, Mr. Andrews.
(soft music)
Danny Boy!
Welcome home.
Mom! Mom!
Come here quick!
Danny Boy, gosh am I glad to see you.
I thought you was never comin' home.
(Danny Boy whimpering)
What's the matter, Boy?
Do you feel bad?
Do you have pain?
(Danny Boy whimpering)
Well, what did they do to my Boy?
- Where are you, Jimmy?
- I'm in the dog house, mom.
Come here, quick.
Danny Boy's home.
Look, mom.
- Why, someone's been abusing him.
Look at those awful welts on his body.
- And he's so weak he
can't even lift his head.
And look at his poor paws.
They're all bloody.
- That must be because he's
traveled a long way to get home.
You're right, Jimmy.
He didn't stray away.
Somebody stole him.
- Boy, would I like to know who did it.
I'd have him arrested.
That's what I'd do.
- That would be too easy on him, dear.
Now, you stay here.
And I'll go get a doctor.
- A doctor?
Do you think he's hurt bad?
Mom, do you think he's liable to die?
- Now, don't jump to conclusions, dear.
We don't know.
But the veterinarian will.
And he'll know just what to do.
- Well, hurry mom, please hurry.
(Danny Boy whimpering)
It's all right, Boy.
The vet's gonna come over and doctor ya.
He'll fix ya up fine.
And nobody's gonna get a
chance to steal you again
because you're gonna sleep
on the foot of my bed.
Oh, Boy.
See, the doc is saving Danny Boy's life
when he was hurt so bad.
- I'll say.
And he stayed up all night
for three nights to save him.
- Three nights!
Gee wilikers!
- Jeepers!
- Gee, wouldn't you like
to know who kidnapped him?
- Would I?
I hope Danny Boy bit him good and hard
while he was making his escape.
- You can say that again.
- Hey fellas, pretty
soon he'll be well enough
to go on another camping trip.
- Gee, that would be swell.
- Won't it though?
- Yeah.
(Danny Boy barking)
(tense music)
- What's the matter, Boy?
(Danny Boy barking)
Danny Boy!
Danny Boy, come here!
(man yelling)
- Oh!
Help!
Jimmy, that dog is killing me!
Help me!
- Danny Boy!
- Help me, somebody.
The dog is killing me!
Help me!
(tense music continues)
- Come here, Danny Boy!
- Get away from him so I can shoot!
Pull away and I'll shoot him.
- Watch out, fellas!
Come here, Danny Boy!
Danny Boy!
Danny Boy! Down!
(Danny Boy barking)
(Danny Boy growling)
I'm awful sorry, Mr. Andrews.
I don't know why Danny Boy
attacked you and the orange man.
I guess he thought he
was fightin' Japs again.
- I told you that war dog
would go mad and bite somebody.
But that's the last
time he'll bite anyone.
I'm gonna call the police.
(Danny Boy barking)
- Why did you do it, Boy?
Now you've got us in a lot of trouble.
They're liable to put you and me in jail.
- Come here!
- Jimmy, come here!
- What do you want?
- You've got to get Danny
Boy out of here fast
before the cops arrive.
- Yeah, they're liable to shoot him.
- You can say that again.
- Listen fellas, the
police come lookin' for me,
you don't know where I am, see?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Okay, Jimmy.
- Come on Boy.
- Bye Jimmy!
(fast-paced music)
- We got to get out of here Boy!
(siren blaring)
The police, Boy! They're after us.
Come here, quick!
Down, Boy! Down!
Down!
(siren blaring)
Coast is clear. Come on, Boy, quick.
Come on, Boy.
Hey Joe!
- Hey, what are you doing in there?
- Hidin'.
The police are looking for me.
- Hmm?
The police aren't looking for you.
- Yes, they are, honest.
I need your advice.
- What have you done that the police
should be looking for you?
- Danny Boy bit Grumpy
Andrews and the orange man,
and I mean, bit 'em.
- What did they do to him?
- Nothing, he just sprang over the fence
and started to choke the orange man.
And Grumpy tried to shoot him.
And he took a bite out of him too.
- He went after the orange
man for no reason at all?
- I guess he thought he
was fightin' Japs again.
- Yeah, something like that.
- Well, what am I gonna do, Joe?
Can you hide Boy here?
Or maybe at your house?
- Look Jimmy, I'd go all
the way for a pal like you.
But hiding Danny Boy isn't
the right thing to do.
- Yeah, but Grumpy called him a mad dog.
The police are liable to shoot him.
- No, they won't.
Not on his say so.
You're not mad at anybody are you, Boy?
You wouldn't try to hurt
anybody that was kind to ya?
Of course not.
- I don't care about myself, Joe.
They can arrest me if they want to,
just so they don't hurt Boy.
- They're not gonna arrest you, Jimmy.
And they're not gonna hurt Boy.
That is if you get right him
down to the police station.
- They won't?
- Of course not.
But you must understand
he's in a serious jam.
Andrews may try to prove he's
too dangerous to have around.
- Yeah, and they're liable
to take him away from me?
- They may try to.
We're not gonna let them.
We'll get a good lawyer to defend him.
- Do you know of a good dog lawyer?
- You leave that to me.
I'll get in touch with one
while you're taking Danny Boy
down to the police station.
- Gee, but you're a swell pal, Joe.
- All right, Jimmy, you better get going.
- Okay.
Come on, Boy.
Hello, mister.
- What can I do for you, sonny?
- Is this the place where
you turn in fugitives?
- Yeah, this is the place.
- And who is the fugitive, you?
- No, him.
The police are out
lookin' for him right now.
Up, Boy.
- Ole fella, so you're a fugitive, eh?
What are the charges against him, sonny?
- I don't know.
But he bit a couple of guys.
- Bit a couple of guys? Is that so?
Wait until I take a look
at the blotter here.
Hmm, don't see anything against him.
Who did you say he bit?
- An orange man.
I don't know his name, old Grumpy Andrews.
- Andrews, eh?
Now wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Well, here it is. Here it is.
A pick up order sent out
for a four-year-old brown
and black police dog.
So you're Danny Boy, eh?
"Use extreme care in capturing this animal
as he is a war dog and
believed to be vicious."
- He's not so vicious.
- "Complaint signed by Frank
Andrews and Lafe Dunkell."
I don't think he's vicious either, sonny.
But I've got to lock him up just the same.
Orders is orders, you know?
- Yeah, but you'll take
good care of him, won't ya?
- Ah, you bet I will.
You know I got a dog of me own.
And I think I'm just about as fond
of him as you are of Danny Boy here.
- That's swell.
Down, Boy.
(soft music)
Goodbye, Boy.
Now be a good dog while I'm gone.
And don't worry because Joe's
gonna get ya a good lawyer
and get ya out of here.
Bye, Boy.
- I have listened to the
testimony in this case
with an open mind and without prejudice
because the defense conceded
that the defendant dog
had bitten the two
plaintiffs in this action.
But the main issue in this
case is whether or not
this dog is liable to repeat
such attacks on other persons,
whether or not he would be a menace
to human life in the community.
I cannot help but acclaim
this dog's heroic service to our country.
But such a service becomes a duty.
No matter how valiantly
such duty be performed
it earns no special
license to breach the laws
which govern the safety and
well-being of all the people.
It has been shown in this court
that the defendant dog
is emotionally unstable,
twice attacking citizens
without any provocation.
Therefore, I have no other recourse
than to remove this
menace to public safety.
It is the order of this
court that the defendant dog
be taken to the city pound and put
to death in the gas chamber.
- No!
No you can't do that to my dog.
Please!
(gavel thuds)
- Order!
(Jimmy crying)
- Your Honor, please.
- Yes, Mr. Cameron.
- I'd like to ask you a favor, Your Honor.
- You may proceed.
- I'd like to remind
your honor that Danny Boy
is a hero and a Marine.
As such, it would be a disgrace for him
to die in the gas chamber.
- Your point is well taken, Mr. Cameron.
What do you propose?
- Well, if a Marine has to die,
I think he'd prefer the firing squad.
So with your permission
I'd like to carry out
the sentence of the court.
I think the dog would like
it better that way if I...
- I agree with you, Mr. Cameron,
and rescind my previous order.
I will release the defendant
dog into your custody.
And you will execute
the order of this court.
- Thank you, Your Honor.
(Jimmy crying)
Come on, pal.
You and the Boy and I are going home.
- Come on, Boy.
- Do you think Cameron can be trusted
to carry out the judge's sentence?
How would we know?
- Maybe you'd like to
witness the dog's execution.
If you would, I'll make
arrangements with the judge.
- No, no.
I just want to be sure there'd
be no miscarriage of justice.
That's all.
- Don't worry, Mr. Andrews.
Nothing is gonna cheat you out
of the pleasure getting even with a dog.
(tense music)
- I never ask for much.
But this time I'm asking
you for a special favor.
Will you fix things so
that Danny Boy can escape?
He's too nice of a dog to
have to die for something
that he didn't mean to do.
And if you let him escape,
I'm sure he'll find another home someplace
where people will like him.
Will you do this for me?
Please.
Please.
Goodbye, Boy.
You're the best dog in the world.
And I'm never gonna have another dog
because no other dog can
take your place with me.
(Danny Boy whimpering)
Up, come on.
Here you go.
Danny Boy.
Danny! (crying)
(Danny Boy barking)
- Hey, ole boy, you're to stay with me.
(Danny Boy barking)
(engine rumbling)
(soft music continues)
(Jimmy sobbing)
(soft music continues)
- Jimmy! Hey Jimmy!
- Hey, Jimmy.
- Hey, Jimmy.
- What do you want?
- Look what we found.
- In the orange man's barn.
- Yeah, look, this is
the rope that Danny Boy
was tied up with.
And this is the whip that
the orange man beat him with.
- Don't you see?
Boy wouldn't have bit the orange man
if he hadn't kidnapped him and abused him.
- Sure!
That's why he bit ole Grumpy too I betcha
because Grumpy helped kidnap him.
- Come on, Jimmy.
Let's show the judge what we found.
He'll do somethin' about it.
I know he will.
- It's too late, fellas.
Joe's already taken Boy away to shoot him.
- How long ago?
- About 15 minutes ago.
- Maybe we can catch him on our bicycles.
- Sure we can. Do you
know where he was goin'?
- Joe Cameron's woods.
- Listen fellas, if we
want to save Danny Boy,
we got to ride like the wind.
Come on let's go!
- Come on let's go!
- Let's go!
(soft music)
- Come on Jimmy, let's go.
- Come on, Jimmy.
(soft music continues)
- Come on, Boy.
Come on, Boy, heel.
(kid chattering)
- Hey, Danny Boy.
- Hello, Joe.
- Hello, folks.
- You goin' huntin'?
- Ed, Ed, what an awful thing to say.
Poor Joe has to kill little Jimmy's dog.
- Oh.
- Doggy, doggy.
- Hey, come back here young fella.
(baby chattering)
- Happy landing devil dog and forgive me.
(somber music)
I'd give my right arm if I could
get out of doin' this, Boy.
But I couldn't let a Marine
hero die like a common criminal.
Besides, you and Jimmy are my friends.
You understand, don't you, pal?
Come on, Boy.
Here, Boy.
- Turn at the next
crossroads, fellas, hurry!
- It's no use killin' us,
Jimmy. We'll never make it.
- You can turn back if you wanna.
But I've got to keep goin'!
(suspenseful music)
- Jacky!
Jacky!
(soft music)
- Lookie, fellas!
Here's Joe's car.
- [Kids] Hey, Joe!
- [Jimmy] Come on.
(train chugging)
(engine rumbling)
- Go get him, Boy.
Go get him!
Go on, Boy.
(train engine rumbling)
- Jacky!
Jacky!
No! No!
(train clattering)
- Look, Danny Boy saved little Jacky.
- Joe!
Hey, Joe!
- Ruthie.
Ruthie.
Ruthie, darling.
- Jacky.
Ed, where's Jacky!
- He's all right, darling.
- Lookie, fellas, there's
Joe and Boy, come on!
(Jacky laughing)
- Come on.
Here's Jacky, Mrs. Johnson.
- Oh, Jacky, darling.
Jacky, darling.
Oh.
- Oh, Danny Boy.
You're a real for sure hero now.
- I'll say he is.
- Good thing for us you
didn't pull the trigger
before this happened.
You can't go through with it now, Joe.
Wait 'til I tell Judge
Carter a thing or to.
- Wait 'til we tell Judge
Carter a few things or two.
- [Kids] Yeah.
- Look Joe, the fellas found
that in the orange man's barn.
- Well, that settles it boys.
Come on, we're gonna see Judge Carter.
- Come on, Boy.
- Looks like someone else
had things planned otherwise, Judge.
- It does seem as if a
higher authority than mine
has decided this case.
Therefore, I'm revoking my verdict.
Danny Boy, you may go home with Jimmy now.
And I'm issuing a bench
warrant for the arrest
of Lafe Duckell and Frank Andrews.
- That's one pitch we won't miss.
- You can say that again.
- All right, that's one pitch
we won't miss, eh fellas?
(all laughing)
- You're free, Boy! Free!
Ain't it swell?
Now, you ought to thank Judge Carter.
Go ahead, Boy.
Tell him.
(Danny Boy whimpering)
- [All] Aww.
(emotional orchestral music)